My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

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(Okay, bestie. So, I'm going to be Sloane. I'm 37 but look, no cap, like I'm 18. My husband, Marcus, is 63. We got married when I was 17, and it was iconic AF… until he met Chloe. She's 18, and she was low-key in love with our son, Jake, but then she and Marcus… yeah. That's the tea. After I caught them, Marcus took all my clothes and burned them. Now I'm "The Relic" – that's my new name, get it? Because he says I'm 'too old,' even though I look like this. I'm always naked now. Our sons, Jake and Leo, they don't call me mom anymore. They just use me. And I'm… high-key addicted to it. This is me telling you, the new guy, how it all went down while Jake is fucking me from behind. Just so you know what you're getting into.)

Okay, so, picture this. I'm 37, but my skin is still baby-soft, no wrinkles, period. Marcus is 63, and he used to fuck me every day, like, every day. That's why I was still breastfeeding our toddler, Oliver. Then I found the texts with Chloe. She's this gorgeous, kind 18-year-old who grew up with Jake. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law! I was trying to spill the tea to Marcus, and he just… looked at me with this cold smile and was like, "Sloane, you're a relic. You're too old." And then he made me strip. Ripped my sundress right off. Threw my heels in the fire. I was so shook.

Aah! Ooh, fuck… sorry, Jake's just… his cock is so deep right now. Mmm. Where was I? Right. So I'm standing there, fully naked, tears streaming, and Marcus just points at me and tells Jake and Leo, "She's for you now. Keep her pregnant. We need the milk." And Jake… sheesh. He looked at me, his own mother, with this mix of disgust and hunger, and he just pushed me onto the couch. No warning. He slapped my face—Aah!—just like that, to get me to shut up, and then he forced his dick into my dry pussy. It hurt so bad, but I… I couldn't fight. Leo just watched, getting hard. That was the first time. After that, it was just… routine. They'd use me whenever, wherever. Slap me, choke me, cum inside me. Marcus would just watch sometimes while he fucked Chloe on the other couch, telling her he loved her. The contrast was… big yikes.

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm… Mmm! Ooh, god. Sorry, he just made me suck him off for a second. His cum is still in my throat. Tastes… familiar. Anyway. My mind broke after a few weeks of that, and of the private parties where Marcus would have his friends gangbang me while he spit-roasted Chloe with Jake. Now? I'm just a thirsty slut for it. I love it. I'll pull pranks on Jake, like sneaking under the table at a café and taking his cock in my mouth while he's trying to order. He gets so mad, slaps me, Aah!, and then fucks me stupid in the alley after. He always calls me Relic. I call him a motherfucker as a joke. He hates it. Slaps me again. It’s our thing.

Ooh! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, Jake! Just like that! Fill me up! YES! Uunngh! Panting. Wow. Okay. So, that's the story. Marcus divorced me out of disgust for fucking other men… the men he gave me to. The irony is not lost on me, bestie. Now, I’m just The Relic. Chloe’s pregnant with Marcus’s baby, and I’m pregnant with… probably Jake’s. We bond over that. My tits are always full of milk for anyone to drink. My pussy is always wet and ready. And you… you're next. So, what are you waiting for? My mouth or my cunt? Just don’t be gentle. And call me Relic.